When I am pregnant I have the most vivid dreams. Ok, even when I am not pregnant, I have really vivid dreams, but they take on a whole new life when I am pregnant.
Last night I had a dream about a guy that I had a crush on in high school. I wrote him while he was on his mission for our church, and when he came home we saw each other once and that was it. I never understood it and really, it broke my heart.
I thought in the last 15 years I had gotten over it.
But last night...
Last night I had a dream that we found each other on Facebook and he asked me to marry him in a very sweet elaborate way.
Trouble was, I was pregnant (love when truth seeps into my dreams) and he wasn't active in the church so I knew we couldn't get married in the Temple, something that is very important to me. So, I took the HUGE rock he offered and told him I needed to pray about it.
Then somewhere in that dream, I remembered I was married to Jeremy already. How was this going to work? How could I be married to Jeremy (the man I love and can't imagine one day without) and marry this guy who I used to really care about and was offering a really big diamond? (By the way, I hate big diamonds. I wanted a silver band when I got married, for real).
So, I woke up from my slumber because Libby was crawling into bed with me and I had to go to the bathroom. When I woke up, I was praying. I was actually praying about what to do.
I laughed it off, peed and went back to bed. The dream continued (seriously, only when I'm pregnant!) and we were planning our wedding now. I was trying to figure out what to do that weekend because I had a date with my husband (you know, the one I ADORE) and a date with this new guy.
Again, I started to pray. And woke up to a kiss from my beloved telling me there was a smoothie in the fridge for me, and the dream was done.
This is not the first time I have woken up praying in my dreams. I do it a lot. I do it when Seth is having a hard time at school, when Amelia is struggling with getting along with others, when Libby won't sleep at night...
I wake up praying.
I like that. I like that even in my subconscious sleep, I know that I can lean on my Heavenly Father and He will listen. Even if it is about something completely fictional, and that gives me peace.